She wondered if he told her how nice it was to bang her very own rump as hard as did the previous night. It was unlikely because he seemed the type to...not discuss matters related to sex with a daughter with a sensitive past.Actually, she was suddenly relaxed and at ease because they were both chatting about things of topical concerns and not her conduct or her lack of dignity. Later, sipping the delicious coffee that tasted suspiciously like the blend she favored at an expensive hotel near the. Not ready. Too old to be care of government.”“You tell her to stay here with you and be careful. Alina...”“Your name, mister?”“Carl. Carl Martin.”“My father is name Karl. With K. You probably with C.”“Yes, actually. Alina, I am going to leave money. You write down how I can come back to help you. How to find this place. I know it’s in Moldova, close to Tiraspol, but I don’t know much more, and I want to try to help. How do I get back?”“Elena.” She rattled off a line in ... Moldovan? Elena came. I didn't look at her again until she was at the entrance of the dressing area."Be right back," she said.When Jen came back out, she was in the blue skirt and a pink and white top. The clothing was just okay. Jen enhanced the clothing's appearance in my opinion."What do you think?" she asked."It's alright," I honestly said."None of the tops they have go with this skirt. Too bad. I like the skirt a lot."I agreed with her.Jen went back to change into her own clothes."Do you like this?" she said. Michelle looked down, concealing an annoyed frown. "I really had intended to groom the horse this afternoon, Richard," she said. "His coat is quite matted. Take the Jeep, instead, okay?"Wood shrugged and nodded. Although his wife hated most things about life in the wilds, she had always seemed to be fond of the horse. That pleased Wood--who hadn't the faintest idea of just how fond of that horse his wife was, and in what manner."I'll be back in a couple of hours," he said."Take your time," said.